'Twas a dark and stormy night when my Nellie went away.
I never shall fergit it till my dyin' day.
She was jist sixteen, the village queen,
The purtiest little gal I ever have seen!
The farm ain't the same since Nellie went away.
The hens all died and the roosters won't lay.
There in my window hangs a light.
Forty below zero! Gosh, what a night!

Found in 2 books:

Cheerleader Handbook by Carolyn Frances Bruce (Fond du Lac, Wis. : National Sports Co., 1960), page 165.

Program Ideas for Senior Citizens by Gertrude Cross (Flint, Mich.: Flint Recreation and Park Board, 1970), page 36.

I believe the lines above are a small part of a longer "skit" but I was unable to extract any more of the text; Google classifies these books as "snippet view."